Accepting we are not perfect
Allows us to open our cracks
Weaving wider shinning light
Black sacks becoming bright flashes.

As we grow and mature
Stain glass windows beautifully glow
Grounding in forests through sunshine beams
Seeing sunlight change into sunsets pink.

Dawn arises with new possibilities
Rested, revitalised ready to sparkle
Happy to dance and sing with the birds
Spreading love and light for all to receive.